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Excess baggage

Excess baggage
Just dug this post up from my archives as it features in the current issue of Footprints magazine.  Oh, and I still love my storksak nappy bag… During my second pregnancy I knew I wouldn’t need to purchase many baby items so I promised myself I would splurge on a new nappy bag I really loved.  After all, for even the shortest of trips now I wouldn’t dare to leave the house without a couple of spare nappies, nappy sacks, small wipes, a spare change of clothes, a dummy and a toddler water bottle.  Oh, and definitely a cloth nappy for over the shoulder (my bub’s a very...
Love Is A Verb

Love Is A Verb

A mum I know just moved in around the corner with her two young children.  Moving is tough with kids, so I cooked dinner for my new neighbour and dropped it off late in the afternoon.  It was only a simple meal, but I included some bread, a fruit basket, disposable plates and forks (who wants to wash up when you’ve got boxes everywhere) and a card.  And my friend was grateful. I didn’t do it so that I could...
Loveliness

Loveliness

I was so touched to receive this lovely blog award from Sarah at Faith Hope & A Whole Lotta Love. Passing it on to 15 other bloggers is completely beyond me, but here are five Aussie Christian mummy-bloggers who I’d like to encourage.  These blogs are not necessarily high-traffic sites, but they are lovely simply because the women behind them are lovely.  Stop by and say hi. Moments for Mum For I Know The...
Tragedy

Tragedy

full tummies = happy smiles The entertainment industry is in mourning following the death of more than one celebrity this week.  Of course it’s sad when people die.  It’s devastating for their families and for those who knew and loved them.  But a tragedy?  I’m not so sure… I understand that Michael Jackson made a significant contribution to the music scene over an extended period of time. ...
Run to You

Run to You

In the middle of the night, rain suddenly thundered down on our corrugated iron roof.  Within seconds my three year old was at my bedside.  “Mummy, it’s loud and I was scared so I ran to you!” she blurted.  I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled her, and despite the continuing downpour she slept peacefully. When you’re scared as a mother, who do you run to?  When the noise of life is overwhelming,...
A Cup of Rice

A Cup of Rice

I made a great dinner last night.  Lovely grilled ocean trout with wilted greens and a lime soy dressing served on a bed of rice.  Masterchef eat your heart out.  (Even my three year old scraped her plate clean!)  After enjoying our meal, my hubby and I put the kids to bed and cleaned up.  As usual I just tossed out the leftover rice because there wasn’t enough for another meal, and in all honesty I couldn’t...
Oblivious to the Obvious

Oblivious to the Obvious

“Mummy, look!  Someone coloured in the sky!”  My daughter’s innocent comment stopped me in my tracks.  It was right around grumble o’clock (you know, when the kids are tired, you’re trying to get food on the table, and everything is just a bit tense).  I left the dinner prep for a few minutes, picked up my grizzly son and we all went outside together to look at the sunset. We quietly...
Wait a While

Wait a While

This photo was taken the day after my son tried baby rice cereal for the first time.  A little ambitious, perhaps?  By next week he’ll be after steak!  I heard myself saying, “Not yet mate.  You just need to wait a while.” If he’s anything like me, patiently waiting might not be one of his strong suits. I get restless waiting for the shower water to heat up, or the microwave to ding, or even...
Busted for Cheating

Busted for Cheating

I have a confession to make.  My suburb blacked out on Wednesday night, and I think it may have been my fault.  Indirectly at least.  You might remember that I decided to give up tv five nights a week during the season of Lent (past post: Give A Little).  Apparently cheating doesn’t go unnoticed by God!  Oops. The two nights I’m allowing myself to watch tv are Sunday and Tuesday.  But I thought that...
Superwoman

Superwoman

I’m a bit of a fan of Alicia Keys, and I’ve heard her song “Superwoman” a couple of times recently.  It’s a great song, but it’s got me thinking.  A few years ago this song probably would have been some kind of anthem for me, but now I’m not so sure.  She sings, “Even when I’m a mess, I still put on a vest with an S on my chest – Oh yes I’m a Superwoman.” I’ve...